What if Cinderella were a whore?

by blossom666

What if…Cinderella didn’t attend the ball?

What if she skipped along the dark and dusty hall

bare foot in royal purple fish net stockings

swaying her hips and really rocking.

 

What if her Godmother, were actually the devil

and they sat at the fireside a night truly to revel.

Whiskey taste and smoke filled eyes

isn’t this better then the made up lies?

 

What if the pumpkin were a cucumber instead

and the glass slipper was actually perfect head!

And as the hands moved round to the beating clock

her tongue devoured the throbbing cock.

 

What if she wore her soul on her skin

and never actually dreamed of that little gold ring.

What if convention was never her path

would that really be so daft?

 

What if she danced to a tune played just for her

and lived her days in a constant whirl?

What if she cleaned the floors with the spit of her need

and crotchless  knickers ready to lead.

 

What if the mice are lovers of the past

empty souls that could never last

and follow her still trapped by obsession

in a constant state of intercession.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016.

 

 

 

 

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